User blog comment:Llamao/The Underground/@comment-3474228-20120627211733/@comment-3474228-20120802164141

Suddenly, the otter lunges forwards and passes the fire straight across Muddjak's face. But rather than feeling the singing heat, he feels a cooling sensation, and the otter gives him another one of her crooked smiles. "So you come here with pure intentions. And what may they be?"